A Daughter's Memories
Cordwainer
Smith was born Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger, on July 11, 1913,
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His parents were living overseas during
his mother's pregnancy, and his father insisted that the baby be
born in the United States, so he would be eligible to become president
of the United States.
I never met
this grandfatherhe died before I was bornbut I heard
a lot of family tales about him. A lawyer, he became a judge in
the Philippines when they were still United States territory, and
while there he decided that Dr. Sun Yat Sen needed a western advisor.
So off he went to China and became that advisor.
Another story
that I heard my father tell was of his father's deathbed. "Paul,"
said the old man, "I don't think I have any illegitimate
children, but if any turn up, please be generous with them."
None ever did.
So my father
grew up in a variety of places: Washington, D.C., the German resort
of Baden Baden, China... He was the older of two boys. When he was
six, he lost the sight of one eye in an accident. This added to
his sense of being different, and must have been the beginning of
the theme of pain and suffering that ran through his life.
The loss of
his eye also resulted in this story that I remember him telling:
when he was in his teens, he was living in a large house in China
with his parents and younger brother. His father was away on one
of his many trips, and the family was experiencing petty theft in
the house.
So Paul assembled
the servants and said to them, "We have been having problems
with things disappearing. Of course, none of you would ever take
anything, but I want you to know that I am putting the evil eye
on whoever takes anything.." He had been holding a spare glass
eye in his mouth, in one cheek, and he moved it around so it was
protruding from his lips. He then walked solemnly from room to room,
servants following. Nothing was ever stolen from the house after
that.
Skipping ahead...
he and my mother, Margaret Snow, were married in 1939. They had
intended to have children, but it wasn't until the start of World
War II that they decided it was time. I was born in 1942, conceived
a few weeks after Pearl Harbor. (When I was about 12, my father
told me that he had felt something beyond the ordinary at the moment
of my conception. At that age, I was very uncomfortable hearing
this, but later I was glad to know this.)
He was in the
army, in China and India. Here's a story from that era that impressed
me as a child: One warm night in China, he was sitting in an outhouse.
It was a two-seater, and as he idly glanced at the other open seat,
he noticed little luminescent lights under the seat. He assumed
they were fireflies. Then he heard the roar of trucks from not far
away... turned out the outhouse was perched on a cliff, and the
lights he saw were from military conveys on the main highway far
below, more or less directly below his seat!
My first memory
of him is of his return to Washington, D.C. after World War II.
I would have been three, and I remember a very tall man amidst the
crowds of people at Washington's Union Station. I remember the background
noise of the trains, and that he gave me a stuffed animal.
Luckily, I
don't remember another early event. My mother told me that when
the war ended, he wanted to give me a tremendous spanking so that
I would always remember the end of the war. Mom didn't agree with
that approach to child-rearing, and the spanking didn't happen.
Overall I recall
him as a loving, attentive, and distinctly unusual father. My sister
was born in 1947, and my parents divorced two years later. When
I was nine, my sister and I started spending a couple of months
every summer with my father and our new stepmother, Genevieve.
The first year,
we went to Mexico. My father's tales overwhelmed me when he talked
about the young maidens sacrificed in the well at Chichen Itza,
or when he showed us the murals of Diego Rivera in Mexico City,
huge walls full of agony and suffering. From that summer onward,
the themes of suffering and human cruelty became central issues
in my own life inevitably separating me from my "normal"
suburban friends.
My father was
very much a cold warrior. During that Mexican summer of 1952, he
wasn't just on a family jaunt. I didn't know until Genevieve told
me after he died that he had also been working for the CIA on the
side, that summer and through many of the years that he was a professor
at the School of Advanced International Studies in Washington, D.C.
So in 1952,
he was working in Mexico City with Howard Hunt, later of Watergate
fame. The Russian embassy was having a party, and Daddy (I suppose
Hunt too) got ahold of an invitation. They had many extra copies
made and distributed, so that far too many people arrived at the
party, and the Russians were embarrassed. A little-known facet of
the cold war.
I have quite
a few memories of his writing science fiction. It was fun for him,
something he did on the side. He would tell me with some glee what
some obscure reference meant... too bad I don't remember most of
those. I do remember his saying that his story title Drunkboat
was from the French poem, Bateau Ivre, by Rimbaud.
Another Biography
of Cordwainer Smith
This is the
bio at the Arlington
National Cemetery website, and I have seen it on a variety of
other sites around the web. I don't know who wrote it originally...
evidently not someone who knew him. Comments
in red are mine.
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Paul
Myron Anthony Linebarger, Jr. [He
never used the Jr as an adult. I believe my grandfather
was Paul Myron Wentworth Linebarger.]
Major, United States Army
Colonel, United States Army Reserve
Science Fiction Writer: Cordwainer Smith
Cordwainer
Smith (Pseudonym for Dr. Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger)
(b.1913-d.1966)
Ph.D.
professor of Asiatic studies at John Hopkins University,
School of advanced International Studies. Closely linked
with the U.S. Intelligence Community with special interest
in propaganda techniques and psychological warfare.
Born
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in July 1913, died in Baltimore,
Maryland. Grew up and was educated in China and Japan, his
father was a legal advisor to the Chinese Republic (Dr.
Paul Myron Anthony L. but see above)
attended school in Germany, visited Russia in his teens,
married Margaret Snow in 1936,
divorced in 1949, remarried 1950 to Genevieve Collins.
In 1966
most of his science-fiction work was published for the first
time. [They must mean in book form.]
University teacher in 1947 [and
for the rest of his life]. Recalled for Korean War.
Travelled a lot in the 50's and 60's with his wife in spite
of his being very ill. [He had various
health problems but I almost never saw him sick in bed.
I wish I'd inherited his stamina.] He was very impressed
with Australia and hoped to retire there but died of a heart
attack [by then he *had been* very
sick for a while] at age 53.
All but
5 stories are of the Instrumentality of mankind. First of
these was "War #81-Q"(1928) Apparently he did not bother
a lot with making the different facts and dates match. [Geez,
I can't let that go by. I'd say he did bother quite a lot,
but the worlds he created were so complex that he didn't
hold it all in precise memory.] Also wrote as Felix
C. Forrest, a pun in reference to his Chinese name Lin Bah
Loh (Forest of Incandescent Bliss).
From
1950 to 1966, stories appeared in mainstream science fiction
magazines by an author named "Cordwainer Smith". From the
first to the last, these stories were acclaimed as among
the most inventive and striking ever written, and that in
a field specializing in the inventive and the striking.
Their author was a very private man who did not want his
real name to be known because he did not want to be pursued
by SF fans. [That's true; I remember
him saying so.] It was only after his death in 1966
that more than a handful of people knew that "Cordwainer
Smith" was in real life Paul M. L. Linebarger.
[Paul M. A. Linebarger]
Paul
Myron Anthony Linebarger
Paul
Linebarger was born in 1913, the grandson of a clergyman.
His father, an eccentric man, had served as a Federal District
Judge in the Philippines, but had left this post to work
full time for the cause of the Chinese republican reformer
Sun Yat Sen, who became Paul's godfather. Paul Linebarger
grew up in the retinue of Sun Yat Sen, for his father stayed
with Sen during his exile in Japan and throughout his career
in China. John J. Pierce has written,
Linebarger
spent his formative years in Japan, China, France, and Germany.
By the time he grew up, he knew six languages and had become
intimate with several cultures, both Oriental and Occidental.
[My
father was NOT partly raised and educated in Japan. He spent
a week or two at a time there, maybe as long as a month
on some research project, but during the period when his
father was basically hiding out in Japan to keep from being
killed by his Chinese enemies, my father and his brother
Wentworth and mother Lillian were living either in Europe
or the US.]
He was
only twenty- three when he earned his Ph.D. in political
science at Johns Hopkins University, where he was later
Professor of Asiatic politics for many years. Shortly thereafter,
he graduated from editing his father's books to publishing
his own highly regarded works on Far Eastern affairs. [1]
After
graduating from Johns Hopkins, Linebarger taught at Duke
University from 1937 to 1946, but he also served actively
in the Army during World War II as a second lieutenant.
Pierce writes that "As a Far East specialist he was involved
in the formation of the Office of War Information and of
the Operation Planning and Intelligence Board. He also helped
organize the Army's first psychological warfare section."
[2] He was sent to China and put in charge of psychological
warfare and of coordinating Anglo- American and Chinese
military activities. By the end of the war, he had risen
to the rank of major.
In 1947,
he became professor of Asiatic Politics at Johns Hopkins
University's School of Advanced International Studies in
Washington. Pierce writes,
Dr. Linebarger
turned his wartime experiences into Psychological Warfare,
still regarded as the most authoritative text in the field.
As a colonel, he was advisor to the British forces in Malaya,
and to the U. S. Eighth Army in Korea. But this self- styled
"visitor to small wars" passed up Vietnam, feeling American
involvement there was a mistake. [Interesting.
I was in my early 20s and became involved with the pacifist
activities of the Quakers, and I remember a lunch with my
father in which he said a small war like that didn't really
matter much. I thought he was horribly world-weary.]
Travels
around the world took him to Australia, Greece, Egypt, and
many other countries; [he had a globe
thickly covered with many different colors of tape, representing
his major trips] and his expertise was sufficiently
valued that he became a leading member of the Foreign Policy
Association and an advisor to President Kennedy. [3]
Linebarger
was reared in a High Church Episcopalian family. [No,
that came later when he married Genevieve, a Catholic who
couldn't stay a Catholic while being married to a divorced
man, so they told me. His father was from a Methodist family,
and whatever Grandma was raised, it didn't take.]Alan
C. Elms's sketch of the older Linebargers does not lead
one to believe either was particularly devout.
[to put it mildly... I never met that grandfather but Grandma
didn't give a hoot for religion.] Paul's father was
evidently rather overbearing and placed many demands on
his son. His mother was apparently rather self-centered
and controlling.[yep] At the
age of six, young Paul was blinded in his left eye as a
result of an accident while playing, and the resulting infection
damaged his right eye as well, causing him distress throughout
his entire life. A sensitive, introspective, and apparently
rather lonely and sickly youth, Paul Linebarger was to develop
into a remarkable scholar, thinker, and writer. [4]
At some
point in his life, Paul Linebarger became a strongly committed
Christian. "He and [wife] Genevieve went to Sung Mass on
Sundays, and he said grace at all meals at home. The faith
extended and shaped his powerful imagination' But he simply
ignored contemporary religious movements, especially the
secularizing ones directed to social problems. The God he
had faith in had to do with the soul of man and with the
unfolding of history and of the destiny of all living creatures."
[5]
The first
science fiction story published by Linebarger, under the
pseudonym Cordwainer Smith, was "Scanners Live in Vain",
in 1949. It had been written, however, in 1945. This story
is a full-blown allegory of the coming of the New Covenant,
and reveals a very sophisticated understanding both of the
Biblical narrative and typology (e.g., the smell of roast
lamb reminds the central character of the smell of burning
people), and of the theological and philosophical tenets
of the Christian religion. Linebarger must have become a
serious Christian well before 1945.
[I doubt it, but I don't really know when he did. It's important
to remember that he could certainly have had a 'sophisticated
understanding' without being 'committed.' I rather think
that his 1950 marriage to Genevieve was a key turning point.
She was Catholic in an era when Catholics couldn't marry
divorced people, or so they told me, and they both became
High Church Episcopal.]
Linebarger's
own psychological problems, as well as his keen interest
in psychological warfare, caused him to explore modern psychiatry
and psychoanalysis. These themes, as well as Christian philosophy
and allegory, and also psychological warfare, run all through
the science fiction he published as Cordwainer Smith.
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Cuban
Missile Crisis
During the
Cuban Missile Crisis in October 1962, I was a junior at Stanford.
One of my friends was totally convinced that nuclear war was coming
any day. I phoned homesomething of a big deal in those daysand
Genevieve reassured me that Daddy thought the crisis would be resolved.
But then I
got a letter from him with the disquieting advice that if any nuclear
bombs were dropped anywhere, I should make my way to Mexico with
the American Express card he had supplied me with. From there, he
added, I would be in a better position to help him and the rest
of the family. He had already told me from time to time that being
his daughter meant that I was at some risk from the KGB.
I was not reassured!
But now we know that the world did come very, very close to nuclear
war that month.
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